The New State of Things

"Jay, please," I pleaded. "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, just please-" I whimpered softly. "I can't take anymore."

"Yes, you can," Jay said kindly but firmly. "And you need to roll back over. You still have one more."

Slowly I did what he said, once again forcing myself to get back into position, bracing myself for that evil paddle to fall once more. WHACK! The last swat, always the hardest, took my breath away. I writhed in pain, crying again, grimacing, whimpering.

Jay gathered me in his arms, letting me calm down. Then, "Kay, look at me."

I turned my head. "Get the hair out of your face," my husband said. "I need to see your eyes."

I hurriedly did what he said, anxious to please him. "Sweetie, are you going to work on your disrespectful attitude? Are you going to stop being a brat with the 'whatevers' and eyerolls?"

"Umm...yes," I said, hoping I was speaking the truth. It's a nice thought, right?

"Are you going to eat like you're supposed to?"

"Yes! Yes I will. I'm sorry. I'll do better." I had left my lunch in the microwave accidentally, and forgotten about it. Oops. Eating right, and by certain times, is a spankable rule in this house, because sometimes I get wrapped up in what I'm doing and forget. Then I end up on the floor in a hypoglycemic mess. It frustrates Jay to no end (I know, I know your response, people! I'm working on it!).

Jay searched my face, then seemed satisfied. "Good." He began rubbing the sting of the paddle away. My spankings may hurt while they are happening, but the aftermath usually doesn't last long, unless he really needs to impart a serious lesson. So I was soon feeling better. Jay started rubbing a different way, and whispering in my ear.

I raised myself on one elbow and looked at him. "You're horny," I commented.

He grinned. "Yeah," he admitted.

I shook my head incredulously. "You're horny from spanking me," I repeated.

My husband shrugged. "Hey, it's your fault," he said. "If you wouldn't misbehave so much, I'd still feel the way I used to."

"Yeah, where is the guy that was like, 'I don't like spanking you! I hate it!'?" I'm starting to miss that guy, please come back...

"Long gone!" Jay clarified, laughing. "You messed that up a while ago. I hope you're happy. Now not only am I okay with spanking you, I like it!"

Wait, hold on...WHAT?!!! I stared at him, in mock horror. "You've become a spanko!"

"So what if I have?" he laughed. He started caressing me again.

Just a brief explanation about me here for those that don't know: I don't want to have sex after a spanking. I don't like spankings! Most of the time, I'm exhausted. I just want to lie there and be held. However, that's not to say I can't be turned on within the space of a few minutes due to my husband's skill. And while he always takes my state of mind very seriously, I'm also not allowed to refuse him.

I don't mind giving myself to him. But c'mon, the implications of this... this is a serious turn of affairs! If he likes it, there's no hope that I'm going to get away with anything anymore! Grrrr!

"Don't get me wrong, though," he said, getting serious, "I don't like having to do it when you've really messed up big time. Those will never be fun. But these little ones, yeah, I'm starting to enjoy it."

"Whoa! Just what are you calling little? I'm pretty sure that wasn't little! And I should know, since I'm the one feeling it!" Big Meanie!

"Oh trust me, Sweetie, you haven't seen anything yet. I'm thinking about going nuclear if you start majorly backsliding again."

"What exactly do you mean by backsliding?" And what does 'going nuclear' mean? Oh wait--I don't want to know.

"Well, you do this weird pattern. You progress, and then you mess up, and then sometimes from there you give up and go way backward. So I have to step it up to help you not do that. That's my job, right?"

Well, hold on a minute let's rethink this...does he have to be right about that? Grrr!. "I guess so," I said grudgingly. I went quiet for a moment, hesitating to ask the real question on my mind. "So...do you think I'm improving at all?"

"What, because you're getting spanked almost every day? I see you trying, and that's an improvement. I know it's frustrating, and I know you get discouraged. But I have to keep correcting you, that's what I agreed to.

"And the rules I give you are not that hard, Sweetie. You have to eat, you have to make the bed, you have to be in bed on time, and you have to complete the task for the day. Then there's the bigger things, watching your attitude, doing what I say immediately, instead of when you feel like it, and of course, not sassing me. I realize it's going to take time. But I have to be consistent so you'll learn, right?"

"I guess so, but Jay, you know I can't take too hard, I'm such a baby with pain! I want to change, I'm trying, it's just--I don't know, I don't know what's wrong with me. Why can't seem to get better at things fast enough. And I don't want you to have to step it up, I might not be able to handle it--"

"So do you trust me? Do you trust me to know what you can handle? Do you trust me to do my job to help you?"
"Yes," I said. I looked up at him. "I don't always like it, sometimes I get scared, but you know I do. You've earned that. I'm sorry."

Jay kissed me passionately in answer.

I pulled away. "And in the meantime, you're enjoying it!" I accused, half playfully.

"Yep!" he answered. "I'm starting to take pride in my work! And that means," he said, drawing the words out slowly, meaningfully, "you're not getting away with anything anymore!" He gave me that knowing smirk he does, like he's reading my mind. "So you might as well stop testing me. Now...are we done with this talk, because I'd rather be doing something else..."

As you wish, you are the HOH.


And I am in SERIOUS trouble.